With quivered quill and nervous ink
I approached the screen hoping for sympathy.
How daunting its grin, an ' I dare you ' haunted and taunted me.
Was I really going to do his ?
A thousand hungry eyes, watched, from every corner of the world.
Jelly fingers slipped on a bucking keyboard,
words huddled together, blinking in the new found light,
scared.
submit poem
The deed was done.
Oh foolish man, bear the scorn and fear the wrath.
New notes for Black Narcissus :
I quite enjoyed your poem






